Sword and Magic and Taxi

A man, a woman, a dog, and a flower in the dog's bag walked towards the guard bravely. There were only three sudden people on the quiet street. Whether they were half-giants or templar officials, they all looked at them with curious eyes.

Sweet! the half-giant said inarticulately: Are you so thin?

Idiot, go ask which family they are slaves to? The senior Templar opened his hood, revealing a head of half-bald light brown hair. His eyes were greedy and dull, his cheeks were bloated and his face was dark, and his lips were thin at the top and thick at the bottom. Even though she was more than ten meters away, Satiri could clearly feel the other person's eyes constantly looking at her. The mage quickly determined that he was a lecherous man, the kind of man who would fall victim to her charms.

So before the half-giant could ask questions, Satiri smiled seductively and took over the conversation: I belong to the tool dealer Malute. Her voice was gentle and sweet, much more beautiful than when she spoke to Zhao Mai.

When the official's eyes were unabashedly on her, Satiri's expression changed again. She looked away shyly, like a curious and timid girl, with half of her heart filled with pride from being taken seriously before, and the other half mixed with anticipation and nervousness for what would happen next. I don't know if it was magic or psychic power, or simply Satiri's innate ability: a blush slowly climbed up her cheeks, making her originally ivory white smooth skin appear more delicate.

Who is Malute? No one knows who Malute is, only the masked allies who gave Satiri this bluffing method know, right? Because most people would focus on Satiri's beauty and forget these details, she used this name to escape many inspections. There are many lustful officials like this among the Templars. They either use power, money, or force to do whatever they want to the slaves. Only the masters of slaves are qualified (but not necessarily capable) to argue with them, and the slave's rejection is worthless. Satiri's beauty will make the Templars no longer care about the identity and power of their master, they just want something to happen. The female mage can take the opportunity to lure officials and guards to a secluded place, which can reduce the difficulty of escaping or dealing with them.

Malu Te? Why did he ask you to come out? The Templar's eyes retreated from Zhao Mai, as if he didn't want to stay for even half a second, as if there was something dirty in the man. Why are you bringing a man and a dog with you? Do you still like this taste? What an interesting woman.

Uh... Satiri didn't know how to respond to the second half of the sentence, so she could only answer the first half: The master's daughter's pet was lost by this stupid slave. I am here to supervise him...

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted. Malut must be a loyal minister, and he will definitely be willing to lend his slave to the king, and I will be the one to take it. His lustful eyes were no longer concealed, and he also hoped that Satiri's body was also uncovered, and he stretched out his big hand. Caught it.

The two half-giants also laughed and surrounded him on the left and right. Zhao Mai quietly took a step to the side, staring at the Templar's exposed neck, and the tile dagger slipped into his palm.

Please, handsome guy, I'm almost late for work! The female mage fell to the ground, with more of her body exposed from under her relatively narrow clothes. She frantically tugged on her skirt with one hand to cover it up, but exposed more of her shoulders and the curves below. This was to cover her other hand: she pinned that one to the ground and, following the Guardian's method of casting, began to gather the natural energy around her, ready to cast a spell at any moment. She hoped that the exposed spring beauty would cover the light of the spell for a while.

The energy quickly gathered towards her arm, which was very easy to do in the city where the Witch King lived. But she has cast several spells today, and it is getting harder and harder to control the energy absorption without harming the surrounding environment. The power of blasphemous magic was gradually approaching, and she could already feel the magic going out of control. Damn it, two bushes have been sucked to death by her today, which is enough for the teacher to scold. If the power of blasphemy surges up and leaves Atas's will of hatred in her body, then the teacher will not just give him a lecture, he will really clean up the door and kill the blasphemer!

Please, don't...don't be here. Satiri made her last effort. I will serve you well, I don't want others to look at you. How about... go aside, just the two of us.

Ha, I like to be watched, and I also like to watch. The Templar chuckled, Just stay here!

Zhao Mai felt really unlucky, how could he meet such a pervert? He quickly surveyed the surroundings to see if there were any other secret sentries, and at the same time waited for Satiri to take action, preparing to act together. He assessed the lustful Templar's combat effectiveness and found that six seconds should be enough to kill him.

When the half-giant's big hand lifted her up, she had already completed the preparation of the spell. It is very dangerous to secretly cast a spell in front of a templar, because he may notice the casting action at any time and interrupt the process. Therefore, her spell is in her pouty red lips, in the slightly wrinkled tip of her nose, and in every subtle expression of her movements.

A feeling of trance appeared in the Templar's mind, his heart beat two beats faster, and then he couldn't help but fall into Satiri's charm.

The corners of Zhao Mai's mouth raised slightly, and he knew that the official had been tricked. After a moment's hesitation, the half-bald official's eyes were filled with endless love - and perhaps some lustful thoughts - but the most important thing was missing. Now this templar just wants to help her, even if there are risks, it seems that this is the only right thing. Of course, spells also have limits, and it is absolutely impossible for a Templar to harm himself.

Please, dear handsome boy. Satiri pretended to be a vulnerable little girl and stretched out her arms to ask for help: At least, at least let my master know where I am and that I am doing holy things. I am not slacking off when I serve you, Lord Domushi. Then I will follow you and complete everything and anything you ask me to do.

Well, this expression and these words have a great influence on Zhao Mai, and he can't wait to agree immediately, let alone the high-level templar warrior who has been charmed. He tugged hard on the clothes around his neck, and the momentary excitement made the area wet. It seemed that the only way to dissipate the endless heat in his body was to ventilate quickly. He had let down his guard, even stuck out his tongue, and took a few deep breaths. He had completely forgotten the image and majesty of the Templar.

Okay, there is no problem in informing Malut, but why bother? Malut is a loyal minister, isn't he? He will not oppose the king's order. Perhaps the effect of the charm was too much, and the templar began to become more and more anxious. , just want to complete the instructions quickly, and then move in the direction of urgency. So, as long as you say no to him when the time comes, isn't the rest of the time ours? Moreover, you can also ask this guy holding the dog to inform him.

He's just an idiot and won't say anything at all. Satiri said on the spot: He will mess things up. My master will whip my sister if I don't go back. Oh, I'm so pitiful My little sister is crying again... please help me!

Zhao Mai covered his forehead with his hands. The development of things in front of him was obviously beyond his expectation and seemed to be getting worse. His imagination seemed to have installed the Long March 5 carrier rocket, running faster and farther in the deep and dark universe. Is there something wrong with Satiri's magic? Why is it that even his own psychic powers are about to start? It seems to be out of control. There are already psychic tentacles extending out of the body and starting to gather energy.

Okay, okay! The Templar was finally convinced, and he shouted angrily at the half-giant: Put her down, you idiot, you can't hurt her!

As soon as Satiri landed, she squeezed out a tear from the corner of her eye, and then thanked him hurriedly. You are a good person!

He is about to become a dead person. He is said to be a good person, so he is a good person... Zhao Mai thought to himself.

Anyway, my duty is to confiscate all the slaves passing through this place, and a merchant who doesn't hand over his slaves should have a look anyway. The Templar found a good reason for himself, Lead the way, girl. , I hope that guy named Malute is not far from here.

The half-giants looked at each other and were about to follow. As if she was suddenly frightened, Satiri jumped to the Templar's side and grabbed his sleeve tightly. Are they coming too? It's so scary...

Yes, what you said makes sense. The Templar said to his men with a kind smile on his face: You continue to guard the gate. All slaves are detained. Do you understand?

Sir, are you going alone? The half-giant felt that this order conflicted with the previous order of protect me, so he asked with concern.

I'm afraid there are too many people. I can't do it... Satiri continued to play her role. In Zhao Mai's opinion, these tempting and deep meaning sentences are enough to eat up the Templars to death.

Yes, you two stay here. I'll come as soon as I can. The Templar took off a necklace from his belt, touched the pendant on both sides of the door, and made a counterclockwise rotation at the same time. . Both Zhao Mai and Satiri could clearly feel that magic was fading from near the gate, but they could not tell what magic it was.

The Templar put the pendant away and said, I am the only one who can open this door.

Fart! Where do you want to go? Shut up and stand guard here! This sentence was not said by the lustful Templar, but by an acquaintance Zhao Mai had seen before: pick him out and throw him to the construction site High Templar Dogian.

This tall beauty opened the door, still with a cold face, and walked in from the direction of the outer city. She was holding an identical pendant in her hand, followed by a long line of people.